We pay for the mistakes of our ancestors, and it seems only fair that they should leave us the money to pay with.
Don MarquisThis is another day! Are its eyes blurred with maudlin grief for any wasted past? A thousand thousand failures shall not daunt! Let dust clasp dust, death, death; I am alive!
Don MarquisA great many people who spend their time mourning over the brevity of life could make it seem longer if they did a little more work.
Don Marquis